Eye of a cyclone

from the outskirts of the skyit pitter-pattersfrom belowshards of heavy rain hitsoften times we are told our pain is nothingwhen more times than necessarya storm formsan earthquake inside the soula tornado of emotionsdarkness of hopean entire destructionwith each heavy tearoften times it seems like nihilitywhen deep downall we need is shelter

Tied knots

the sound of people gossiping, laughter echoing the streets dogs from afar bark and spiders cob their webs away the wind rustles against the trees cars honk and engines roar but what resonates when i’m with you, thinking of you, is the sound of pure bliss and comfort the kind of melody that rings in […]